Less than perfect

Less than perfect.
These pandemic days,
weeks, months...
have left me feeling off.
Floundering at times
for focus,
for energy,
for direction,
for peace.
But when I go out
and walk, or
poke around in the garden, or
sit for a bit
and just be
in the presence
of flowers,
I breathe deeply
and let the worries
slip away.
I catch glimpses
of the freedom
they have to be
less than perfect
and still beautifully,
uncomplicatedly,
offering themselves
to the world
as gift freely given
and received.
That is enough.

- Wendy Janzen